Nimrook

Borrowed from Firebrand0

Bloody bandage set
Dracolitch skin



Shining Stars WC by Resorant http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/adopt/1934852/1
Nimrook
Fashion Advisor / Apparel Keeper
"You're not going out in that are you..?"

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She's extremely into fashion and all things aesthetic. Basically, she is the clan's self-appointed fashion advisor. No one ASKS for her advise, she just gives it and since she is a snooty little Wildclaw, she gets pretty miffed if you don't take it.

She is also the APPOINTED keeper of the apparel. For obvious reasons. No one gets a cape or a sword without 'Rook first making sure it goes well with what they are currently wearing. On more than one occasion, a dragon has been striped of their current garb, simply because something the NEEDED didn't fit. (Looking at you Tartarus! Why do you think he went searching for someone to create more "pleasing" wing attachments??)

She has an extremely embarrassing crush on Blitzen. Something about the way he is able to command weather magic so it is perpetually snowing around him really gets her crest feathers fluffed. Why is it embarrassing you ask? Because wearing only a scarf with the constant buffet of frozen ice seems illogical and doesn't really WORK with her idea of someone who should always be cold...

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Christmas meant almost nothing to Nimrook, but Blitzen’s hatchday was a different story entirely! It was completely lost on her that they fell on the same day and, furthermore, she was a little offended no one seemed to care as much about his hatchday as she did!

The party celebrating the festival and his hatchday fell on the same day, but to Nimrook it was all about Blitzen and she wasn’t about to have any ugly knit sweaters or sloppy Snappers in the room when Blitzen was presented his cake and his presents (it didn’t matter to her that all of them would be opening presents).

So, she had spent the last few weeks tirelessly ordering the finest cloths and silks and accoutrements that she could lay her greedy claws on and once she had a room filled with endless colour and texture she began the true art of ‘fashion’!

By Christmas morning (or rather, the morning of Blitzen’s hatchday) she had hand crafted 120 absolutely perfect outfits complete with accessories for every single dragon in the lair and though many of them grumbled and complained, most of them showed up to be dressed by her personally because she knew she’d lose her cool if they didn’t comply!

It was highly irritating to her that she had to go and seek out several of her lair companions and practically force them into their perfectly created costume for the party that was only a few hours away! It was no place for a stunning Wildclaw of fashion to be shoving resistant Nocturne’s into draperies and rings and fantastic tail clasps, but she did it anyway because it needed to be just so for Blitzen. Just the thought of how awed he was going to be made her tailfeathers twitch!

By the time the festivities began, everyone piled into the cavern where they would enjoy the proceedings and for most of the first few hours Rook was forced to swat dragons with her tail and shove hats back onto heads and horns back into tiaras.

She surveyed it like a hawk, homing in on anyone who dare take off a fur cloak or a fancy tunic because of ridiculous complaints like ‘it’s too hot’ and ‘that fabric makes my scales itch’!

PFT! Come on, you uncultured fledglings; this is fashion – it isn’t easy, but it’s worth it!

When Blitzen came in she could tell he was impressed and he’d even worn the very special pendant she’d sent just for him! For once everyone was wearing something she made and she was practically poofing with glee.

By the time they exchanged gifts she was perfectly satisfied that everyone was remaining in their respective fashion and by the time the lights were dimmed and the dancing commenced Blitzen made it to her side and asked her to dance.

He even complimented her on her tinsel crown that she wore very cheekily at a tilt.

Their dance ended under the mistletoe and he kissed her cheek just so and even as Nimrook blushed a vibrant magenta and nudged Blitzen shyly she knew that the dance and the kiss were all thanks to her unending fashion sense.

By far it was her best Christmas ever!
*Lore part 1 courtesy of Tawnacuil*




That Christmas seemed like a thing of the past now for Nimrook and she struggled to look upon it fondly when everything in her future seemed so bleak and dire. How could anything be truly beautiful again when what she was born to do was looked upon with such scorn by the unfashionable rubes of her new lair?

She often dreamed of going back during the long hours of recovery in her nest, but she knew that just wasn’t in the cards and she had to make the best of a bad situation. Once they had broken her wings, and her spirit, she’d given up on them, but that didn’t mean she had to give up on herself!

She knew recovery would take a long time to achieve and currently she could wear nothing but her bandages, which her friend Swan helped her change on occasion, but eventually she knew she’d be back in tiptop shape and she could carry on with her dreams of making the world just a bit more fashionable.

On one particularly hot morning she took a little stroll from her nest out into the magma kissed wastes of Ashfall and she made her way toward the edge of the Windswept Plateau to stretch her wings a little bit and make sure everything was healing properly; she wasn’t ready to fly yet, but it was best to make sure that she’d be able to again.

She spent a good portion of the morning running laps around the lava pits and stretching her wings as far as she could before flapping them gingerly, all while grumbling under her breath about no good rotten guards who had bigger swords than they had sense!

Occasionally she’d let out a roar of irritation and once or twice she kicked a passing Seared Jackalope, which made her feel bad so she quickly gave them hats.

This was how she spent the entirety of her recovery time form the ‘bigbadbeating’ and all the alone time did help her clear her head quite a bit; by the time she was flying again she had just the plan to balance her need to help ugly dragons and her need not to get her tail whooped by a bunch of big mean guards!

She hurried back home the second it hit her and she began making signs as soon as her claws hit the cave floor.

For two whole days she painted and glittered and beaded and rhinestoned and flourished and fancied up a fantastic sign to denote her new venture! Those that passed her room grew concerned by the banging and the cursing and the occasional screech of surprise, but they quickly hurried past and tried their hardest not to pry. Word had gotten around about the Wildclaw who stripped people naked in the streets and no one really wanted such humiliation done unto them.

That wouldn’t be the case anymore.

The sign was set above her door and it drew plenty of shocked and awed stares when dragonic eyes lay upon it because it was the glitteriest, brightest, most ‘it’ sign that had ever been created by dragon claws and before long there was a little crowd forming.

Rook stood at the entrance, leaning casually against the side of the cave entrance with a smirk on her face and her slim arms crossed. She’d donned her finest apparel for her grand opening and when someone finally stepped forward to eye the sign properly she let out a gleeful giggle.

It had come to her so forcefully she’d been a veritable slave to it and she knew it was just right. She needed to dress dragons, she needed to tell them how to look and since stripping them down forcefully got her wings broken she’d needed a way to make them willing for her to strip them down and there were always dragons that wanted fashion advice and so, she’d created a business that allowed her to be her!

She puffed up proudly and recited her little greeting that she’d worked so hard on!

“Welcome to Nimrook’s Haut Couture! Let me help you find fashion!”

*Lore part 3 courtesy of Tawnacuil*


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